I am color. And I am hidden in color.
I am bright and bold, so nobody notices when I am hanging over a precipice.
I am both dark and bright. My mind is like a spinning spiral, constantly turning.
I am splashes and puddles and rainstorms and thunder and chaos.
I am a dreamer who sees big things but finds those things are just out of reach. Or they are just purely fantasy and will never be accomplished. I am false hope, but hope all the same.
I am purple and wispy and I can be blown away and I will hide if my trust is broken.
I am a lover of big.
I am both an optimist and a realist.
I both stand out and I am invisible. I hide in plain sight and yet I must be someone’s favorite person.
I am gold because I have always glittered. I am music because when I’m not playing a piano, I am laughing and I am told my laugh is like music. I am masks, because I know how to hide behind all sorts of them.
I am not a loner. I prefer flying the rides with friends then by myself because friends make me feel like I’m flying even when we’re not in the air.
I am hurt and I am hidden. I am tears and I am clouds.
I care too much and but I don’t give my heart away very easily at all. I’ve been hurt so badly in such large scales emotionally and mentally that being teased and called names is so trivial that it slides off my back.
I am color. Just, sometimes I put on a sepia filter on. And I don’t know why I do that.
That’s what I am.